Page 99 of On One Condition

She snorts, and it’s so very Asher—dressed to the nines and yet still so very much her. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

I hold my elbow out for her to put her arm through. “Shall we?”

“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going yet, are you?”

“Nope.” I want her to see the skyline of the city she loves and see her reaction as she figures it out for herself.

When I step to the side to let her up the stairs first, she stops and simply takes in the entirety of the jet in front of us. “Holy shit,” she murmurs.

“What?”

“This is normal for you, Ledger Sharpe, but this is insane to me. Utterly insane.”

Her face is a mixture of awe and disbelief that has me rooted in place as she starts up the stairs to board.

We’ve had a private jet at our disposal our whole lives. Many of the kids I grew up with at prep schools either owned one like us or used one when they traveled.

I thought this would be a cool treat for us. To get away. To go to where I love. To just be together.

Never in a million years did I think I was going to enjoy her taking in things, being spoiled by things I’d always taken for granted as much as I am right now.

When I reach the top step and see her studying every single detail of the plane’s interior, I can’t stop smiling.

She deserves so much more than this.

“Hey, Asher?” I ask as I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her. “Promise me you’ll let me spoil you all night long?”

She turns, and her grin is mischievous as hell. “On one condition . . .”

The phrase stops me. Thoughts, ideas, and memories collide that have me smiling.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, eyebrows raised, more than willing to meet whatever condition she’s going to offer. “What’s that?”

“You let me join the mile-high club.”

“Deal. Check, please. Done. Where do I sign up?”

When she throws her head back and laughs, I know it’s a sound I could listen to forever.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Asher

The city’s skyline is simply incredible. I can’t stop staring at it, just as I couldn’t when I looked out the jet’s window and realized where Ledger was taking me.

It didn’t hurt that I was still recovering from one of the most mind-bending orgasms I’ve ever had either.

Who knew private jets had bedrooms or that having crew members just on the other side of its door could enhance the adrenaline pumping through your veins when you’re bent over and being fucked from behind?

And who knew how masterful Ledger could be at not ruining my hair or dress while ruining other parts of me in all the best kinds of ways?

“It’s going to be hard for you to come and not make a sound, isn’t it Ash?” Ledger murmurs as he runs the tip of his nose down the length of my spine exposed by the open back of the dress.

I gasp as he pushes in deeper, my body already more than primed, and my arousal already on high alert knowing Sally, our flight attendant, who so generously served me a glass of wine just moments ago, is on the other side of the door.

And there is no doubt she knows exactly what is going on in here right now.

Ledger reaches around to my front, his fingers dancing over the slick flesh there and adding the friction I need to push me to the brink.